Weekly Writing Challenge: Golden Years
For this week’s writing challenge, we’re asking you to explore what age means to you. Is the the loss of youth, or the cultivation of wisdom? Do things get better as you grow older, or worse? There are many ways to interpret age, often depending on your relationship with the passing of time.
Here I am at last! I’m not sure how I have managed to write this post.
I did it in between a busy weekend filled with grandchildren and plenty of other activities earlier in the week. Please enjoy it … despite being thrown together whenever I got a spare a moment to myself! Life is not the same if I am not writing so let’s get down to business.
I was drawn to the Weekly Writing Challenge this week, because I would like to write my memoir and one of the suggestions was that we write a synopsis of our memoir in this post. But dear friends, I couldn’t do it! I don’t feel ready to write my memoir as yet. There are certain things that need to be achieved and wisdom that needs to be learned before I can do it. Does this bother me? No, not really because I believe there will be a right time and a right place. Until that time, I have contented myself with this little verse.
THERE WAS A TIME
There was a time when I was young
and the sky was blue
and the mango tree swayed gently in the breeze as we played in it.
There was a time when life was sweet
and laughter flowed
and we teenagers knew the world was ours.
There was a time when all this changed
when innocence was lost
and life took on a different hue.
Childhood gone forever … adulthood came creeping in
slowly … ever so slowly
until it possessed my entire being
and my laughter faded until it became a whisper
Yes, there was a time … so much time …
when I was young … carefree and unattached
Until the time when love was sought
and children came
babies goo’d and games were played
When homework consumed us
and teacher reports came in
Time to be enjoyed … or hated
as children quarrelled
and we longed for child-rearing to end!
Then the house was stilled … as children quietly left one by one
and we were bereft.
This was time then when careers were sought
and two of us remained
Not sure what words to to speak
Or what was left for us …
as we sought the path to new-found freedom.
There was a time when weddings came
and grandchildren were born
Life came alive again
as we laughed and giggled
and goo’d once again before time ran out
There was a time when realisation came:
… we had grown older
and the last phase of life was here
We wondered how long was left to us
as friends and relatives died too young.
We watched as our children juggled work, children and duty
While we retired and enjoyed our freedom
Time now to help a little
Mind grandchildren … read to little ones
play Lego on the floor
bake cake pops with older ones
and grow old gracefully
or disgracefully depending on our antics
This was the very best way to use our time, live well,
meet friends for lunch
or read all day as the sun shined brightly overhead.
Yes, there have been Times …
the Best of Times
… and the Worst of Times
And now we live life to the full
while the sky remains blue
but the mango tree no longer sways in the breeze.
Cut down in its prime to make way for housing
Life has changed … innocence gone forever
technology rules the roost
and we are lucky we can keep up.
Out of the ashes of our life surely knowledge and wisdom remains?
Yet “knowledge speaks, but wisdom listens”
sings Jimi Hendrix
So surely we must learn to LISTEN
as our children speak and find their way
Gently guiding them as time goes by
… and we wait for the final curtain.
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